"Lin Jianjun, have you gone crazy?"
On the eve of a torrential storm, a neighbor kicked open his front door and burst out laughing at the supplies piled throughout his home. No one believed the retired veteran's warning, not even his wife.
Seven days later, a flood submerged the entire city.
The people who had once mocked him knelt at his door, kowtowing and begging for water. A hulking brute who had once swaggered around came with a steel pipe to smash down the door. Behind that door, reinforced with double steel plates, a family of four fought to survive.
460 liters of water, 200 jin of rice, 120 cans of food, and a house full of medicine and tools: this was the "lifesaving fund" he had bought with every last penny of his savings.
No golden finger, no System, no being reborn.
Just a high wall, and four people inside it who refuse to give up.
As humanity crumbles in the face of utter desperation, can they defend this last safe haven?
Good, good, good, good